So is skin cancer. Amongst my many other maladies, I got terrible skin genes from my parents. I can’t even eat Sunbeam bread without getting a sun burn!
I knew a guy who had a couple of hundred pounds of weed broken into 1 ounce bags. He sold them all before nighttime on the first day of Woodstock.
A geologists friend of mine from upstate NY is the only guy I know who went to Woodstock. Get this he had the where with all to keep the ticket stub. He said he is not going to sell it.
I spent my first 6 years in the navy on ships. Sometime in the 4th or 5th year we were in really, really rough seas. We were tracking a Russian sub in the north Pacfic. The bow would go up a huge wave, then shake from side to side as it came down, meanwhile rocking from side to side. All the windows and hatches on the bridge were dogged down. Tight. I was fine for most of my four hour watch. Until the helmsman lit up the most god awful cigar. He was an old salt. Within minutes the whole bridge watch team except the smoker, the Captain and me were sick. I thought I was home free, until the multi-puke and cigar smell got me. I ran to the port hatch, open into swirling water and puked my guts out. Came back into the bridge finished my watch, but every since then I get seasick if I fill the sink with water. All mental. On a positive note, the rough seas washed it all away. I’ve got a picture somewhere on my friends 26 footer, 30 miles offshore with me puking, holding on to a fishing rod, with a jumping tuna in the background. Yeah, I catch a lot of shit, but it’s pretty hard to fake it.
